My recent exploits in diet and exercise have given me occasion to investigate the many, many pairs of pants I have in my closet. Like most women, I think, I am in possession of pants in at least three different sizes: the skinny pants, the pants, and the fat pants. At different times in a woman’s life, she may find herself in need of differently sized pants. This is science.
At this particular point in my life, it appears I am in need of the skinny pants. One morning, in a fit of sheer daring, I tried on a pair of American Eagle jeans that had never actually fit me correctly. I think I wore these jeans maybe once immediately after buying them, found them to be uncomfortably tight (to the tune of “I am being sawed in half by my own waistband”), and then stashed them away for thinner day in the undefined and unimaginable future. At the moment that I pulled these jeans on and comfortably zipped them up without the need to squirm or hold my breath, a resounding victory cheer echoed through all the lands.
Since these — my smallest, smallest jeans — actually fit, I realized a closet re-organization was in order. It appears that not only do I have ridiculous numbers of pants, but that I also seem to have not one, not two, but three (THREE!) pairs of grey trousers from Old Navy. One pair is now too big and will be given away, but still. Three pairs of grey trousers? It is excess I tell you.
In contrast, I now only have one well-fitting pair of black trousers. That would seem to be acceptable, but 1) they go with my suit and therefore aren’t for every day and 2) they will soon be too large. Which leads me to the fact that, assuming I go to The Big Conference of Jerkburgers this winter and have interviews (hopefully), I will have to buy another suit. Someone hold me.
At any rate, I will leave you with the following summary-like thoughts:
1) Hooray for my jeans!
2) If you go shopping with me any time soon, please attempt to stop me from purchasing any further pairs of grey trousers.
2a) Come to think of it, where were you when I was buying all these pairs I have now, huh? WHERE WERE YOU?
3) Can I interest you in a pair of grey trousers?
Raveling Out 
I’m all about hand-me-downs, since I seem to be undermining my efforts somehow. I mean, I haven’t been to Sonic for one of those delicious limeade concoctions (with ice cream or otherwise) in over a week. Maybe it was the chinese food. Probably. Maybe.
By the way, congrats on the smaller pants!! YAY!
Yay for smaller pants! (I have an inordinate amount of pairs of grey pants as well. I’m scared to tell you how many.)
They are no longer “small” pants, they are the “pants”, you now have one pair of “pants” x# of large pants, zero small pants, and an unknown number of incredibly large pants that someone snuck into your wardrobe somehow that need to be recycled IMMEDIATELY! And you should also buy some really tight “small” pants for the future. You may single handedly stimulate the clothing industry!
Thanks, all!
I do plan to give away all the bigger ones (RV, you are welcome to whatever you like) and will someday soon have to add some smaller ones. (YAY.)
You know, I haven’t a single pair of grey trousers. Unless you count jeans that are so bleached and grease saturated that they’re grey. Mmmmmm comfy jeans. And then there are the threadbare green cargo pants that I’ve had since high school, have been sewn back together twice, and have been to seven countries so far… but I digress.
Congratulations on fitting back into your skinny pants! I keep telling myself that those damn manufacturers are producing 34″ waistlines and marking them as 36″, just to make everyone dress in damn skintight jeans ;).